Hizashi was worried for his husband. When was there a time where he wasn't? He didn't like to believe it but he often worried and fussed over his husband with an overbearing manner that drove a wedge between them. That made his husband short, snappish, and irritable with him. He didn't like to be overbearing, he didn't like to worry about something that might not be there, but he couldn't help it. How could he not?
His husband had always been notorious for keeping things bundled up to his chest. Was notorious for hiding things that bothered him only for them to rip to the surface during a seemingly random moment together. Shouta would bottle it all up and hide it until he couldn't hide it any longer. And that's what made him worry over the black-haired man. That's what left him with this churning, stomach sinking sensation that something was off with his husband.
That something was wrong. In the days following the sensory deprivation, he couldn't shake that his husband was upset with himself. Shouta often got that way when things didn't go according to plan; when they had to stop to reevaluate and go forward from there. Normally he would be electrified it was May and that the snow was officially washed away with the warmth of the sun washing over the dead grass of their yard.
However, he could hardly pay it mind when his focus was on his husband who was far too quiet. Who seemed unhappy. He didn't like that his husband was reacting that way to the sensory deprivation. If anything, he'd been proud that his husband had called out the safe word. He was proud that Shouta had called a quits because he needed it. He knew his husband had meant red when he squeezed yellow.
He knew his husband was growing frantic by the way those hands clung to him. The way he breathed. Squirmed. The way he moved. He knew it was too much on his husband by the time he squeezed yellow and he was more than ready to end it. They'd sat together, Shouta curled up in his lap, for a good hour while he soothed the black-haired man's worries. Running his hand over black curls and crooning to the man who accepted it all with a silence that worried him.
And the days following it, his husband seemed so unhappy it was worrying. He seemed put off that they couldn't go through with the sensory deprivation the way they wanted it too. It was like with the cock cage that first time. Or like the choking. Or the attempted double penetration. His husband always got this soft frown that he'd recognize anywhere that revealed his displeasure. The way his brows would squeeze together creating a wrinkle between them.
So tight that it had his nose scrunching up slightly. When his eyes were locked on a single point in the room despite there being no vision in that right eye of his. The way his lips were set or the way his faced pinched slightly with his thoughts. How he hunched forward slightly with his hands interlocked together. The way his husband seemed quieter than before. He'd recognize it anywhere and it had his own lips set in a frown of his own.
He'd tried his best to reassure Shouta that things sometimes didn't go to plan. Sometimes they didn't go the way that they wanted them too and that was fine. It was more than okay that things didn't go their way from time to time. After all, there was no helping it. Sex was only good if the both of them were enjoying it. There was no enjoying sex if his husband was slowly creeping towards a panic attack because he was nervous.
He loved that his husband and himself had pulled the plug but the black-haired man seemed dissatisfied. He knew Shouta wished it was his turn to pick by the way his lips set into a slight pout. The way those mismatched eyes stared across the room before flicking to him to assure him all was fine. He liked to believe his husband that things were fine but he knew that it wasn't the case.
Because he knew his husband was plotting and trying his best to find something to make up for the failed choice before. He didn't want his husband to make up anything to him when there was nothing he had to make up. He had told his husband that in the days following but the black-haired man seemed resolute. Always replying that he would find something to make up for it and that they'd have fun with it again.
He wished his husband didn't get so worked up over something that was simply unavoidable. There was no stopping it, no changing it, and he didn't regret pulling the plug when he did. If anything, it made him more aware of how his husband acted when they did more than one scene a week. His husband may not like it but it told him everything he needed to know about his husband would react to this. How his husband would handle two scenes in the same week.
It wasn't a bad thing to him; if anything, it was a learning curve. It was something that they both needed to learn when it came to two scenes in one week. He knew his husband hated how he reacted but he would never blame him. Never fault him. It was his husband's dissatisfaction, however, that had him eager to make the man happy again. Anything to make sure that Shouta was smiling rather than pouting.
Rather than the frown that seemed to take up permanent residence on his face making him look soured. He wanted nothing more than to make his husband happy again but God if it didn't feel hard when his husband was mulling over what had happened the previous weekend. He did his best to make Shouta happy; picking up doctor pepper, chocolate, snacks, and attempting to make dinner for his husband who always kept a close watch on him.
He did his best to cuddle his husband close while fingers played with his hair or when he was dragging Shouta into his lap to slide his hands along his back. Cuddling up to him in bed with the warmth of him soaking into his chest. When he woke to Shouta cuddling into him with the stump of his right thigh crossed over his thighs. And slowly, slowly but surely, he got his husband smiling again.
Slowly he got his husband to relax by that second week but he knew it still bothered the black-haired man. He wanted to do something that helped Shouta forget. That helped the black-haired man relax and have fun with something. And so, he'd turned to their list while his husband was out on his nightly zoomies session after tossing and turning for an hour straight. He'd looked over the list with curiosity when his gaze eventually fell onto a single word on the list.
One that rang a very dim bell but he couldn't quite be sure where he'd heard of it. Feederism. It was a distinctly familiar word but he couldn't remember where he'd heard said word. While it had been late, he'd taken advantage of Shouta being out of the house to drag his laptop out where he looked up feederism. The first result had him pausing in his tracks; it was, specifically, a sexual interest in encouraging another person to gain weight.
It was a sexual interest, a type of fat fetishism, in seeing or being someone who was overweight. He couldn't deny that it had piqued his interest the most he read about it as he clicked on a few articles. Reading over them again and again before he closed out the private browser and slid the laptop back into his bag. Just in time for Shouta to come trudging into their bedroom with shaky breaths.
Putting his capture weapon away, he'd focused on opening his arms up and letting Shouta fall in a heap inside of them as they cuddled together. Squirming closer together until Shouta's face was pushed into his chest and his arms around his neck and stomach. And despite the comfort of having his husband close to him, he'd found it hard to fall asleep that night. His mind had been churning over what he had read until he had fallen asleep.
The next day, he'd encouraged Shouta to bring Eri to the park; insisting that they take the day together to do something fun. Eri, of course, was all for it and had all but begged Shouta to take her out for the day. While the black-haired man had eyed him curiously, he'd been happy to wave them off as they piled into the car together. And he took advantage of his day by looking more into feederism. What it would imply, what it meant, and how to act upon it.
He found himself curled on the couch with his laptop on his lap while he clicked on page after page. Reading eagerly the contents on said page before backing out back to the page of links. He had dived down a rather short rabbit hole but it was one that he adored nonetheless as he was learning something new. Sure, it might be strange but he was more than eager to figure out just what this would entail. How to bring this up to his husband.
After all, Shouta had been rather insecure about his softening stomach. It was still toned but it was softer than it had been three years ago. The rest of him, however, was still muscular as it could be for a thirty-three going on thirty-four year old. His husband was fit. But there was no denying that his softening stomach was one of insecurity for his husband who was watching his weight like a hawk. Eyeing his body with a hawk-like intensity before he was satisfied.
How did he explain to his husband that he was interested in this without making it seem odd? Without him thinking he was intentionally trying to fatten him up beforehand? He'd put his laptop away after reading all that he could; until the page was filled with purple links which left him with little new information he could find. He'd been happy to welcome his husband and daughter home with the white-haired girl babbling at him about her day excitedly.
It was after she'd finished that he had declared he was going to make dinner for the night. Shouta had eyed him skeptically but allowed him to make dinner for the four of them. It was while he cooked that Shouta had stood behind him with his chin on his shoulder and hands on his waist. Swaying idly back and forth while he'd babbled at Shouta the same way that Eri had talked to him. With the black-haired man there to help him focus on his cooking, he'd been more than delighted to get dinner plated up.
He'd done his best to be careful but he'd ended up giving his husband a generous helping of dinner. He'd been fascinated, with that feederism on his mind, to watch his husband devour his meal. The black-haired man had eaten all he could with a quarter remaining before insisting he couldn't eat anymore. And he'd cleared away his dinner, he'd been secretly thrilled to watch Shouta loosening his belt slightly.
Admiring the way his stomach pushed into his pants slightly. It had left him red-faced as he took away plates and stored the left-overs into the fridge. There was something about watching his husband devour his food with such gusto and then to see him loosening his belt? To see him sighing out when it was loose? It was thrilling. He didn't think, at first, that he'd have this type of kink. After all, he didn't want his husband to get big.
He just liked feeding him that extra bit of food and watching his stomach bloat slightly. He liked to see his husband put it away. It was an exciting thing that had him considering if he did possibly have this interest after all. After that night, his husband had spent time laying on his back and he'd been more than happy to massage his husband's bloated belly gently. Kissing, squeezing, squishing it gently with his hands and nuzzling his face into it with his husband humming above him.
The black-haired man had long since accepted he had a belly kink and hardly kept him away from his stomach. It wasn't until he was packing lunches later that night while Shouta read in bed that he found himself giving his husband a little extra. Not a large amount, just a decent bit in his bento that he wanted nothing more than to watch his husband devour. He'd been happy to hand out lunches the next day and when they were at work?
Well, he'd tried to keep from gawking but he'd watched his husband packing away his lunch and devouring what he could of it before leaving a few bites left. Which, typically, was offered to him which he devoured without thinking twice. And God, if there wasn't something exciting about watching his husband rub at his faintly bloated stomach while the hand of his rubbed at his lips. There was something delightful about how full Shouta could get.
He was so thick already proportionally; a thickness that came from his muscular physique and God if he didn't love it. He wouldn't care if his husband was a bit plumper or if his husband was a bit bigger. He'd still be Shouta. And it was perhaps this resolution that had him determined to bring it up with his husband. It was on Wednesday when he cracked after his husband complained about the rather big lunch he'd had.
He poured out everything; telling his husband about the feederism, about his reactions to it, and how he felt about it. Explaining everything he'd read on his rabbit hole dive. About how he thought he had this interest and apologizing over, over, over again to his husband for doing this without his knowledge. And, surprisingly, his husband held no malice. He held no anger. The black-haired man had listened to him with a carefully constructed blank face at his confession.
And then it was melting into something he'd recognize anywhere. Relief. The black-haired man had explained that he'd noticed the past four times that he wasn't finishing his meals and how they seemed bigger. While his husband was miffed, he didn't tell him sooner, there was a surprising lack of anger or resentment. If anything, his husband seemed too accommodating when asking him about this.
Where his husband should have been angry, he wasn't. Anyone would be angry if they were snuck extra helpings of food but the black-haired man seemed rather curious about it rather than angry. And it was in Shouta's classroom, a hand in his, that the black-haired man had asked him to explain everything in excruciating detail once again. And he'd done so without thinking twice; he'd clung to Shouta's hand while he explained everything all over again.
Explaining that he liked it, that he was interested in it, and that he wanted nothing more than to try it. That he wanted nothing more than to be able to simply watch Shouta eat a large serving of food without feeling odd about it. To have him in the know rather than sneaking those extra helpings onto his husband's plate and watching him attempt to eat it all. The black-haired man, rather than flying off of the handle like he expected, merely scolded him.
A gentle scolding but one nonetheless; that he should have told him sooner. That he should have told him the second he picked something off of the list. That he should have explained all of this to him before adding extra helpings to his plate. He wasn't exactly irate or angry but the scolding was most definitely a scolding. One that he accepted without much protest because he knew he deserved it.
After all, they didn't enact kinks or anything of the sort on the other without them knowing. Without them understand just what it was that they were getting into. After packing up their bento boxes, Shouta had promised that they could try it again the following Friday. That he'd eat a large meal and then they could do whatever it was he wanted them to do. That he was handing himself over so they could do whatever he saw fit.
And he had to admit, with his husband's awkward wording, he found himself clueless on what exactly it was that he wanted. What he needed from his husband. He took Wednesday night into Thursday morning thinking over what he wanted. More specifically, what he wanted to do when it came to the feederism. He knew that he had to have a plan, an idea, in mind for his husband who seemed all the more patient with him on Thursday.
It was an odd thing but he was more than happy that his husband was so willing to do something new with him. That his husband was willing to hear him out when he'd been previously trying to be sneaky about it. Testing the waters without letting his husband know had been underhanded. It had been wrong. And he had said as much to his husband during their lunch break on Thursday but his husband merely waved away his worries.
Fingers on his cheeks, hands in his, lips on his cheeks. And it was then that he told his husband the idea that he had for Friday night; Shouta would attempt to eat double of his food intake. That he would have a larger meal then they'd go to the bedroom together. And, depending on how uncomfortable Shouta was, they'd have sex. The black-haired man had looked rather skeptical at first before agreeing by the end of lunch that they could do it.
It had put a pep to his step; had him more excited for Friday night that he ever thought he'd been. He had offered to cook dinner again, something Shouta would love, and the black-haired man allowed him to do so. The light clatter of a spoon drumming lightly on the edge of a plate tore him out of his thoughts. His gaze was riveted to Shouta sitting next to him with the quiet of the dining room weighing heavily on his ears.
He watched his husband take a slow, deep breath in. Letting out on a shuddering exhale, he watched his husband scoop up a dumpling then following it with a bite of meat. Of potatoes. As if shoving it into his mouth would make it easier. Would make it go down faster. Half of his glass of Coke was drained significantly with fingers holding those chopsticks tightly. His husband had devoured more than half of his plate but there was still more on the plate for him to eat.
He swore he wasn't going to make his husband eat the whole lot. If he couldn't do it then he couldn't do it. Simple as that. God knows he'd done more for him than he had ever realized. Watching his husband attack his plate with a gusto that had him forgetting his own plate. Watching his husband devour his food and then pausing to take his breaths as his stomach pushed into his jeans slightly.
Bloating already; it had come from weeks, years, of knowing which foods made his husband bloat the worst. He'd made a meal with all of it in mind for his husband who had winced but had eaten the meal regardless. He was in the final stretch but if his husband couldn't do it then he wasn't going to force him. The last thing he wanted was for his husband to puke from overeating. He watched his husband chew his food with mismatched eyes narrowing slightly with determination as his jaw worked quickly.
His Adam's apple bobbing in a swallow before bringing up another mouthful of potatoes, meat, and a dumpling up. The black-haired man chewed again with that look of determination to him. As if he were determined to devour every last bit on his plate. He hadn't given him too much; just a little extra from what his husband usually ate. He was more than happy to give his husband a break but the black-haired man looked determined to finish eating.
He had long since finished his own plate as he interlocked his hands together with his chin resting on top of them as he watched his husband. Riveted. He couldn't deny that there was so much about this that fascinated him. The way his husband's puffed slightly with his mouthfuls, the way his jaw was working sand the bobs of his Adam's Apple. The way that he'd leaned back slightly just moments ago to rub at his stomach slightly with his fingers toying with the strings of his sweatpants.
He was flushed. His cheeks tingling with a blush that burned there as he admired the way his husband was devouring his food. Seeming more breathless by the act of eating than ever before and God if it didn't have him riveted. If it didn't have him gawking at this man who was attempting to eat every last bit on his plate. He was riveted; like he was watching an engrossing movie or show. He knew it was rude to be gawking at his husband so shamelessly but he couldn't help it.
There was something awfully riveting about the way that his husband was manfully trying to down his plate. About the way his fingers toyed with the strings of his sweatpants with slow, even breaths taken through his husband's nose. He knew if he was too full, if he was getting there, that he'd let him off the hook. And yet Shouta seemed all too determined to eat it up. He watched his husband attack his plate with a slower gusto than the faster one he'd had in the beginning of this.
He knew his husband was slowing down and he knew that it meant he was filling up. After all, no matter how many times over the past week he gave his husband extra there was only so much the man could eat. Only so much that he could choke down for him. And he wasn't about to let his husband eat himself sick. He watched Shouta who swallowed once then twice slowly with his Adam's Apple bobbing with the movement when the black-haired man the let out a heavy exhale.
His mismatched eyes flicking to him when he met that gaze evenly. He nodded at his husband when he pressed his hands to his mouth; hoping that he was conveying that he could stop. That he didn't need to eat it all. There were a few bites left of his husband's dinner when the black-haired man met his gaze again. There was a look of reluctance to him and he knew he had to stop his husband now while he was ahead.
He stood up, scraping his chair back against the wooden floor, when he scooped his plate up then reaching out to take his husband's. There was an audible sigh of relief when he scooped up the plate that had mere bites left on it. He leaned forward to kiss the top of his husband's head gently with wild black curls brushing his face. He then padded forward with his socked feet thudding over the floor to the kitchen as he walked over to the sink to place his plate into the sink.
Then he walked to the trash where he threw his husband's remaining dinner into it then closing the top as he walked back to the sink. He opened the dishwasher then turned the sink on to begin rinsing off the dishes slightly. Running his husband's plate and spoon under the water, he plates them into the dishwasher in their respective places. He rinsed off Hitoshi's plate then placed it into the rack, his spoon into the container to hold it, then grabbing his own plate and spoon.
Rinsing them off then sliding his plate into place. It was tightly packed but he got it in there along with his spoon and then he turned to under the sink; tugging the doors open, he reached into the container and pulled out a dishwasher tab. He placed it into its spot and clicked it shut then slid the door up and shut the dishwasher with a rattle of the dishes inside when he hummed softly.
Listening to the sound of his husband taking slow breaths in the dining room before groaning. His chair scraped backwards then a grunt as his husband no doubt heaved himself up onto his feet. He was more than happy to rinse his hands off when the floor trembled lightly when Shouta padded over to him. His bare foot brushing the floor while his prosthetic banged noisily against the tiled floor.
As he washed his hands, he felt a pair of hands sliding along his waist before curling around his waist with a face burying itself into the back of his shoulder. Hugging himself tightly to his back, he happily melted when he felt Shouta's face nuzzling itself into him. His breaths warming his shoulder with arms tightening around his waist slightly with the black-haired man pressing up against him.
He turned the water off with a hum as he flicked his hands to dry them the best he could before reaching for the towel on the counter. Drying his hands off the best that he could before placing it down then touching the backs of Shouta's hands. Sliding his hands along his forearms as his husband's face nuzzled into him was a welcomed sensation. One that had him utterly swooning back into his husband's arms as he caressed his forearms gently.
And then the black-haired man began to sway slightly. Something he moved along with without thinking twice about it as he slid his hands along his husband's forearms with his fingers tracing against the back of Shouta's gently. Loving the way those hands then twitched against his stomach with fingers twisting into his sweater when his face lifted from its place against the back of his shoulder.
His chin coming to rest on his shoulder while they swayed gently from side to side. He knew his husband was going to be fuller than anything from the meal he'd had but he was sure his husband loved it. There was something delightful about switching on and off for dinner; he might not make mind-blowing meals like his husband but he was happy to cook. Happy to give his husband a break.
Swaying gently from side to side, he squeezed his husband's forearms which tightened over his stomach with fingers tightening into his thin blouse. The neckline was saggy, worn, and the soft blue hue had his husband staring at him all damn afternoon long and he loves it. His tattooed collar bone peeking out just enough for his husband to gawk at. There was something thrilling about his thin shirts being broken out once more and his tank tops, his short sleeves, coming into play.
He hummed softly to his husband with his hands sliding along his forearms to cup his wrists gently which he rolled his thumbs into gently. Softly. Kneading at his husband who pressed into his back just enough for him to feel the firmness of his stomach, his chest, against him. He could only imagine how full his husband had to be after eating all of that. The idea that it would put a single little pound on him was absolutely exciting.
Absolutely delightful. He didn't care what size his husband was; thin, muscular, or a little heavy. All of it would be absolutely amazing in the long run. His husband was perfect as he was whether he was a bit chubby or muscular. There was nothing that would stop him from desiring this man the way that he did. Shouta hummed softly in time with him; catching on to the song he was humming with arms squeezing him gently to his chest.
Holding him with all the tenderness in the world to get him swooning. He was more than happy to stay right here for the rest of the night but he knew they needed to get a move on. Eri was sleeping over at the dorms, Hitoshi was up in his room, and the night was theirs. It was free for them to do whatever it is that they wanted to do together. And he planned on loving this man who had just manfully devoured his dinner because it would make him happy.
Would make him over the moon delighted. Squeezing his husband's wrists gently, his thumbs rolling circles into the backs of his hands, he happily hummed. He loved the low, husky humming of his husband's being so close to his ear when he turned his head to kiss the side of Shouta's. Kissing at his temple which got him a happy little hum from the black-haired man who leaned into his kiss gently with arms squeezing him again. He loved it.
"So, tell me, baby, are you ready to go burn some calories together? Are you ready to work them off?" He murmured to his husband when he then pulled his lips away from his temple. He got a soft chuckle from the black-haired man that had him smiling when he slid his thumbs against the backs of Shouta's hands again and again with the black-haired man pressing up against him. "Obviously, if you're too full to do anything then that's okay too! Whatever you're most comfortable with, baby, is what we'll do!"
"Mmm, how 'bout we take it slow? I am pretty full which isn't surprising since you stuffed me full and you know how fucking weak, I am for your cooking!" His husband grumbled at him with lips pressing to his ear; an action that told him he was forgiven no matter what he said going forward and it had him giggling before he could stop it when he felt those lips twitching. Smiling when Shouta pulled away with arms squeezing him gently in a tight hug that had his heart skipping. "But let's take it slow, okay?"
"We'll take it as slow as you need too, baby! I appreciate you for doing this for me, regardless. I promise, you're not going to get big meals or servings unless you want it, okay?" He then turned in his husband's arms with his hands sliding from his wrists. Turning to place his hands on his husband's shoulders with a soft smile twitching at his lips when the blonde smiled at him softly. "How about you keep me in the loop about how you feel when we get to the bedroom and we go from there, yeah?"
"This really isn't the hardest thing I've ever done for you, love. I doubt I'm going to begin asking for big servings the way that you've been giving them but it's nice knowing my husband only wants me to eat, you know?" Shouta's hands then slid up his back slightly; rubbing at him gently with a sigh leaving the black-haired man then. He couldn't stop himself from sighing at the way those fingers dug into him just enough to get his muscles trembling. "I'm more than happy to do this with you, love."
"And I appreciate it more than anything." He curled his arms up around his husband's broad shoulders as they swayed slightly when he smiled at the black-haired man. His fingers tugging playfully at those black curls of his adoringly when he then pressed himself forward gently against his husband. His feet shifting over the floor slightly when he shifted slightly only to tighten his arms around his husband. "You really are the best, Shouta! The absolute best husband I could ever have."
"Well, thank you, love. I hope I continue to be the best husband to you." And then those full lips were pressing to his jaw in a kiss that had him shivering at the tingles it sent fluttering down to his stomach. A soft kiss that led to another. And another. Crawling along his jaw with soft kisses while hands slid along his back to rub at him comfortingly. Sliding down, he sucked in a sharp breath when those big hands were grabbing at his ass. "Now, how about we go to the bedroom, hmm? You deserve at least one fantasy lived out."
"I'm not getting into another little argument about the sensory deprivation, baby, so don't even imply that!" He mumbled when lips crawled along his jaw before teeth were nipping sharply at his earlobe with a teasing nip that had him shivering. Had his toes curling against the floor of the kitchen through his socks when his husband hummed directly into his ear. And God if it didn't send a shiver down his back when he tightened his arms around his husband. "Let's go to the bedroom, yeah? How're you feeling?"
"I'm feeling stuffed. So damn full my stomach feels tighter than anything, love." It sent a shiver down his back at his husband's voice so close to his hearing aids when teeth nipped at the shell of his ear gently. Playfully. It had his stomach fluttering with nerves when the black-haired man tightened his hold on his ass with a squeeze that had his air trembling. Rushing down his throat far, far too fast for his liking as he tightened his arms around the black-haired man. "You really stuffed me full, huh? I guess it is my fault because I can't help myself."
"Oh, I'm going to stuff you even fuller if I have it my way, baby! You're gonna have the time of your life." He slid his hands over black curls that seemed to curl effortlessly around his fingers when he twisted in his husband's arms slightly with his toes curling against the floor through his socks. Tightening his arms around the black-haired man delightedly to hold him impossibly close to his chest. "You're just a pig sometimes, aren't you, baby? Can't help eating it all up when you have the chance too, huh?"
The black-haired man hummed softly at him in response with arms tight around his waist as he was tugged away from the sink. Side steps being taken as they spun on their feet as he was walked backwards while his husband walked forward with feet just narrowly missing his own. It had him absolutely delighted with a giggle in his throat as he stumbled backwards with his arms tight around Shouta's broad shoulders and hands on his lower back.
Arms tight around his waist. Skimming past the freezer to their little hallway, he leaned in to kiss at his husband's jaw softly. The brush of his lips over the stubble was deafening in the quiet of the hallway. Kissing at his husband's face, his cheeks, adoringly with the black-haired man squeezing his waist with those strong arms of his. Lips pressing to his own cheek, his jaw, as they stumbled backwards down the hallway together as his arms tugged at his husband.
Pulling him forward while Shouta gently pushed him back as they took quick steps down the hallway. And then they were pausing, allowing him to spin his husband around to press him up against their closed bedroom doors. It was dark in the hallway but he swore he could see that pupil expanding in his husband's left eye while the right remained unchanged. He didn't mind it one bit when he pressed up against his husband tightly and loving the wheeze it got him in response.
He could feel how bloated his husband's stomach was as he slid his arms from around his shoulders to reach down and touch his waist. Feeling Shouta's arms sliding up higher to allow him to curl his arms around him as he kissed at his jaw softly. Kisses that had breaths trembling in the quiet of their hallway, the doors rattling lightly when he pressed forward against Shouta. Sliding his hands along his husband's waist, he slid them up along his sides with kisses given along his jaw.
The black-haired man humming breathlessly at him when he crawled his lips up to his cheek. Pecking at it adoringly before pushing his husband into the doors. Loving the light rattle of the hinges when he trailed his lips up to his husband's cheekbone; kissing at the overlapping scars there gently then kissing at his eye causing it to close. Kissing that scarred eyelid then sliding his lips up to kiss the spot just below his eyebrow.
He kneaded at his husband's waist as he slid his hands down with the doors rattling lightly when he hummed softly. Breaths were trembling lightly when he kissed his husband's forehead gently. And then he pulled away, allowing his husband to swoon forward on his feet after him as he reached around him to tug the doors open. Walking his husband back into the softly lit bedroom of theirs with feet thudding over the carpeted floor.
The black-haired man holding onto him. He shut the doors behind them without turning from his husband; feeling out blindly for the lock that he flipped with a metallic click before his hands were going back to his waist. Tracing along it as they stumbled together towards the bed where his husband took a trembling breath as they twisted together. And then, before he knew it, the back of Shouta's thighs was hitting the edge of the bed.
A hard hit that had the two of them were flying to the bed. His husband grunted when he flew on top of him and he could feel how tight his stomach. So full, like his husband had said minutes ago; stuffed full with all the food that he could hold. And for some reason, he found it hot. Just like he found it hot when his husband displayed that beautiful confidence or when his husband agreed to piss himself for him in those rare instances.
The feeling of his tight, slightly bloated stomach pressing against him was absolutely without a doubt the hottest fucking thing. He pressed down against his husband who groaned quietly at the tight press; from chest to hip they pressed together. A tight press that had his husband sucking in a sharp breath when he was leaning forward with blonde locks spilling over his shoulder.
And then he was covering those full lips with his own as his hips pressed to Shouta's tightly with the black-haired man's arms curling up around him. Holding onto him tightly with fingers twisting into his thin blouse again; clinging onto him. Legs then lifted up with thighs pressing to his waist and he could imagine how his husband's prosthetic foot crossed over his left foot as the heels dug into his ass slightly.
Hands holding onto him desperately with lips sliding together slowly. Firmly. The quiet brush of their moving lips was quiet, deafening, with the black-haired man squirming beneath him slightly with lips moving with his. Fingertips pressing into his back slightly when fingers twisted into his shirt with breaths fanning over his cheek. He could only imagine the pressure his husband had to be feeling with his weight pressing down on him.
A hand pressing into the bed to keep from overwhelming his husband, he moved his lips against Shouta's delightedly with the black-haired man returning his kisses. God, he hadn't been aware of how tightly wound he'd been getting while watching his husband devour his food the way that he had been. To know that his husband was so full that it had to be nauseating. It had his toes curling against the floor as he kissed his husband slowly, firmly.
Moving with that tender passion that was returned to him in response. Kissing him with the tender passion that got his breath catching in his throat as he slid his left hand along his husband's thigh delightedly. Sliding his hand up and down comfortingly with the fabric of his sweatpants rolling then smoothing out beneath his hand. He kissed his husband happily with a soft hum leaving the black-haired man again with a sigh fanning over his cheek.
And he couldn't stop himself from mirroring that sigh with one of his own as he slid his lips against those full, plush ones that he so adored. Lips that were just made for kissing like this. There was nothing he loves more than having Shouta's lips on his own; in kissing the black-haired man like this when they were twisted so close together. Fuck, it was hot feeling that slightly bloated stomach pressing into his own.
Feeling the tightness of it as his husband squirmed beneath him with hands holding onto his shirt with thighs shifting against his waist. Heels digging into his ass; one soft, one sharp and metallic. He didn't mind it whatsoever as he pressed himself down tighter against his husband with lips sliding against his own. Melting to shape and curve to fit properly against his own. Fitting perfectly like he was a missing puzzle piece.
To pieces that warped to fit together after all this time together. Pieces that fit together perfectly due to the time it took for them to warp together. He pressed himself down against his husband, the quiet whispering of their moving lips deafening in the quiet space between them. The quiet rustle of his hand sliding along his husband's clothed thigh caught effortlessly. Trembling breaths taken by one another. A faint tremble but one was there nonetheless as lips moved together.
Noses pressing lightly into cheeks while his glasses dug into his cheekbone and the arch of his eyebrow but he ignored it. Ignored it in favor of kissing his husband with that tender passion that was returned to him without a drop of hesitation. Something that he adored. Something he absolutely loves. When his husband agreed to do this for him, he couldn't help but wonder if there was a catch to it. That his husband was going to put a stipulation in there but there was none.
None that he noticed, anyhow, but the black-haired man seemed to go along with this without thinking twice about it. All of it was by far the most exciting thing knowing that his husband was more than willing to do this for him. That he was willing to eat so much just for his sake. He was over the moon delighted that his husband was so content with doing this for him. Feeling the tightness of his stomach against his own had his blood rushing through his veins with a dizzying speed.
His heart skipping then sprinting quickly against his chest with his hips pressing tightly against his husband who squirmed slightly beneath him with hands sliding up along his back to tug at his blouse. Tugging at the thin material slightly which had him squirming slightly himself before he could stop it. Kissing his husband firmly, the press of those plush lips against his own was something else; it had him all too eager to move his lips against Shouta's.
Feeling those full lips shaping to his own to fill the gaps that his thinner ones couldn't. Perfect for kissing. Perfect, perfect, perfect this man was for him. It had his heart skipping over its sprinting beats with fingers tugging on his shirt happily with a sigh fanning out of the black-haired man once again. Lips sliding against his own when fingers began to tug his blouse upwards. Inching it up, up, up much to his delight when fingers then skimmed over his skin which had goosebumps breaking out over it.
Those big, rough hands of his husband's fanned out on his skin before they began to slid up and down idly; rubbing his back gently while lips slid against his slowly. Firmly. There was nothing he adored more than the casual touch of the black-haired man who slid his hands up and down. Like the way he was caressing the black-haired man's thigh gently. Sliding his hand up, up, up towards his hip then sliding his hand down to his knee with squeezes that had his husband shifting beneath him.
The quiet whisper of their moving lips was broken up by a light smack that rang out with the black-haired man's breaths trembling ever so slightly over his cheek with fingers tracing out the scars on his back. Tracing soft freckles that the black-haired man had memorized over the years. He was more than happy to let his husband touch him like this; to let his husband caress him and touch him so tenderly. So sweetly.
Fingers tracing the scars gently with lips sliding against his with a tender passion that left him utterly breathless much to his delight. He slid his hand up his husband's thigh to his hip where he rolled his thumb into it; tracing the shape of his hip with his thumb before sliding his hand up to slide along his waist. Slipping up beneath his t-shirt that he wore to caress his side which had his husband arching up to press against him with a huff fanning over his cheek.
Hands sliding up and down idly along his back with fingertips tracing the scars on his back and the freckles. Moles. Sliding up to trace over his shoulder blades before fingers were curling to scratch gently at him with hips pressing up against him. Nails dragged lightly down his back coaxing it to arch as he presses down harder against his husband who groaned up at him with hips twitching beneath him slightly.
It was an action that had him utterly melting with his fingers curling to scratch at his husband's waist which had the black-haired man squirming beneath him. Nails dragging lazy shapes along his back to get him tingling. To get him shivering with his stomach fluttering wildly while his husband squirmed beneath him. With hips nudging up against him with a keening whine spilling out of the black-haired man.
And he was more than happy to press his hips down tightly against his husband to pin his hips down against the bed with the black-haired man squirming beneath him. Gasping in a breath through his nose with lips sliding against his with that slow, firm speed they'd been using when he felt them beginning to move faster. And he was more than happy to move his lips faster against Shouta's in quick kisses.
His breath trembling slightly from the burst of excitement in his chest that twisted. Clawed. A ball of an emotion that had him gasping in through his nose at the burst of it in his chest. The intensity of it that had his heart skipping against his chest when his stomach fluttered before dropping. Vicious butterflies that had him squirming slightly before pressing himself tightly down to his husband who groaned up at him. Into the kiss.
It had him groaning back at the tightness of his husband's stomach pressing against his own as he slid his hand along his husband's waist. Kissing him quicker with that light smack ringing out from the press of their lips as he felt his husband's breaths wavering slightly before fanning out on his cheek. Fingers skating up and down along his back where they traced idle shapes. Traced out the moles, smattering of freckles, and scars that marked up his back.
Spots that his husband no doubt knew like the back of his hand. Just like he knew the scars that marked his husband's skin like the back of his own hand. He knew his husband's body better than he knew his own; he knew the bumps, scars, dips and curves of Shouta's body like it was his own. It only made sense that his husband knew his body like that as well.
He slid his hand along his husband's waist before sliding it upwards where he fanned it out against his stomach. Pressing down just enough to get his husband groaning at him again when he began to knead his fingers into the tightness of his husband's stomach with a sense of awe. It was bloated ever so slightly from the food, from the overeating his husband had put forth, and it was aweing that his husband was so stuffed full he could hardly take it.
He'd never eaten that much but knowing his husband had? It was absolutely driving him crazy. Kneading his hand down against his husband's stomach which had it tensing. Quivering. He was more than giddy to rub his fingers down against the black-haired man's stomach much to his delight when his husband squirmed. Twisting slightly beneath him with a gasp being taken inwards when he pushed down on his tight stomach.
He knew it couldn't be too comfortable but he gently rubbed at his husband with a silent apology. Kissing his husband with that tender passion had the black-haired man relaxing beneath him slightly. He continued to gently rub his hand back and forth over the top of his stomach just below his chest. Sliding his hand up and down just like the hands on his back. There was something delightful about feeling how full his husband truly was beneath his hand.
He knew that there was so much inside of his husband that it had to be uncomfortable yet the man didn't pull back. He didn't breathe a word of discomfort. He gently caressed his husband's stomach up and down gently with his fingers kneading at the black-haired man. Admiring the fullness of his stomach. How full he was. He couldn't believe his husband had eaten as much as he had. He'd asked his husband to try and eat it all but if he couldn't that it'd be fine.
However, he didn't think his husband would truly try to eat every last bite of the dinner he made for him. While Shouta had admitted to not knowing anything about feederism, even after explaining it to him, the black-haired man at least seemed open to it. And tonight proved that his husband was more than willing to go above and beyond for him. Something that he was determined to return to his husband in full when he had the chance to do so.
When Shouta had the chance to pick something off of the list, he was going to make sure that his husband had the time of his life. After doing something like this, he was more than determined to make sure that his husband had a good time during it. Even if they didn't have proper sex tonight, he planned on making his husband feel good with him tonight if it was the last thing he did.
He rubbed at his husband's stomach gently, fingers curling in just enough, with the black-haired man groaning at him with his hips squirming beneath him. As if he could buck his hand off of him. He kept that gentle pressure up as he kissed his husband with that budding passion which had it returned to him without hesitation. Full lips dragging, fitting, against his own in that mesmerizing way that they did.
It had him over the moon delighted as he kissed his husband with that passion with breaths trembling slightly over his cheek. His husband took his breaths far too fast only to have them fly out of the black-haired man quickly. He kissed his husband fervently, fiercely, with a passion that was returned to him as hands slid along his back. Nails scratching lightly to get his skin tingling as they pooled into his stomach.
Wave after wave of tingles pooling into his stomach when those hands slid along his back to touch his sides. Sliding up and down along his sides, he arched into his husband's hands without thinking twice about it with a low moan in his throat when he kneaded at his husband's tight stomach. Loving the way those muscles quivered beneath his fingers when he did so as he happily rubbed his hand over his husband's stomach. It was so tight.
God, his husband really knew how to put it away, huh? It was mesmerizing watching his husband eat that much even if a bite or two was left on his plate. It was absolutely aweing watching his husband put away food like that; and if he gained a pound? If he put on the tiniest bit of weight? Well, he didn't mind it in the slightest bit. Shouta would always be perfect to him no matter his weight.
He rubbed reverently, gently, at Shouta's poor, tight stomach with the man whimpering at him shrilly in response with hips nudging at him. He pressed his own hips down against his husband tightly with a nudge of his own that had a breath fanning over his cheek. A rushing exhale that had him over the moon delighted as he kept up his gentle push down on his husband's stomach. Kissing him with that passion, that desire, which was returned to him without a drop of hesitation.
Without thinking twice about it. The light smack of their moving lips was deafening in the quiet of their bedroom with hands sliding along his sides with that quiet, brushing whisper. Sliding up and down, up and down, up and down with his husband dragging his nails over his skin lightly while thighs tightened around his waist. Rubbing slightly as if it were an afterthought with that restlessness as his husband squirmed beneath him slightly with hips nudging up against him.
He happily nudged his hips down against his husband who inhaled shakily with hands sliding along his sides. Pushing his shirt up out of the way as it bunched up awkwardly with those palms brushing gently over his skin was amazing. God, if he doesn't love letting Shouta touch him. If there wasn't something absolutely amazing about letting the black-haired man touch him this way.
He then gave a playful roll of his hips down against his husband who groaned softly at him which had electricity crackling under his skin. Repeating the action, he began to gingerly grind against his husband who arched his hips up eagerly to grind with him as he kneaded at his tight stomach. Hands sliding from his sides to his back once more with nails dragging over his shoulder blades. Digging in just enough to get his hips bucking with a moan in his throat.
Shuddering as his dick twitched curiously with his hips pressing tightly to Shouta's with tight, small circles being ground into the black-haired man who arched his hips up and moved with him. Grinding with him in tight circles that had his dick twitching again at the excitement unfurling in his chest in response as he moaned out at his husband. The black-haired man, in response, groaned back at him when he pressed down on his stomach a bit too hard.
And yet those hips continued to press up against him as they both moved together; grinding gently without disturbing his husband's tight, full stomach that he rubbed at gently. Kissing him with that passion and desire that was returned to him without a drop of hesitation; admiring the way that those full lips dragged against his. How they fit so perfectly with his own. Kissing him harder, faster with fingers tugging at his hair.
A tug that had him shivering at the burst of pain over his scalp. He absolutely adored it when Shouta's fingers tugged at his hair again sending another zap over his scalp and down his back. Arching, bucking, against his husband who moaned at him delightedly with hips moving faster against his own which he followed along with.
Moving in compliance to that new speed set by his husband as they ground together with the quiet rustle of their pants rubbing against one another ringing out in the quiet of the bedroom. The light smack becoming something louder, firmer as it broke up the quiet whispering of their moving lips. Hands slid up and down his back with heels digging into his ass to keep his lower half pinned tightly against Shouta which he was more than happy to comply with.
Keeping his lower half pinned tightly to Shouta's, his dick twitched in a volley as he grinded forward against his husband with those tight circles that had the black-haired man moaning out delightedly at him with nails dragging down his back. Thighs squirming around his waist. The muscles of his stomach quivering beneath his hand as lips pressed harder to his own with passionate, lust filled kisses that he was more than eager to return to his husband.
Moving his lips with a hunger that was beginning to rear its head into his chest as he moved his lips against those plush full ones delightedly with his hand pressing down on that tense stomach. Rubbing gently with that awe rearing up slightly as he rubbed at his husband with hips moving to grind vicious circles into the black-haired man who pressed back tightly. Fiercely.
Grinding against him in circles that had him groaning at his husband encouragingly with his fingers pressing down into that tense, bloated belly slightly. What he'd give to squish and squeeze that stomach with his hands. What he'd give to be able to kiss at the tense skin and nuzzle his face into it while his husband groaned with that faint note of discomfort. He ground himself faster against Shouta. Tight circles with a faster speed that the black-haired man caught onto with a moan in his throat.
Their hips moving together with a frantic eagerness being shared between them both. Grinding, grinding, grinding. Twisting to press closer together with hands sliding along his back with nails dragging over his skin before curving forward to touch his sides again. Tingles were pooling into his stomach with wave after wave traveling under his skin as heat flashed over it. Bursts that had him inhaling sharply when nails dragged down his sides, triggering another wave of heat to flash over his skin.
Washing over him like a wave that sank down below his skin to run along his bones. Leaving him flushed and warm in its wake which had him utterly breathless as that heat smoldered along his bones. Smoldering under his skin with a consistent heat that felt unbelievably good as his dick twitched in a volley when his husband bucked his hips up. Thrusting against him slightly which he returned with a thrust of his own that had his husband moaning at him.
When he rolled his fingers in circles against his stomach. Loving the way, it tensed and trembled under his fingers as he grinded with his husband. Tight circles that brought a friction so damn good it had him moaning at the black-haired man beneath him who moaned back at him. There was a needy edge to that moan to get him hot; to get his hand pressing down harder against his husband's stomach.
The goal wasn't to make him puke but God if he wasn't absolutely loving the feel of his stomach under his hand. How it pushed into his hand effortlessly with that slight bloating from the rather large meal his husband had done his best to devour just for him. His husband had gone above and beyond for him tonight simply by eating. And he was going to make sure his husband understood that. Grinding against his husband tightly, his dick twitched in another volley.
A frantic, frenzied twitching when he felt something wet drip into his boxers. It had him inhaling sharply before letting it out on a shuddering exhale when he bucked his hips against Shouta. Thrusting against him which earned him a moan from the black-haired man beneath him. Hands sliding along his sides and thighs trembling against his waist. Heels digging into his ass to hold him close, close, close. He was euphoric. Hot.
He was getting so hot, hot, hot over this man who was so willing to give him something so simple. It had him breathing out shakily then inhaling far too fast as he let the black-haired man twist and squirm beneath him with hips grinding against him fervently. Tight circles that had him breathless with the heat that smoldered under his skin leaving him shuddering. Shivering. Grinding against his husband fervently as his dick twitched in a volley with another wet drop hitting his boxers.
Dripping pre-come before he was properly hard. He was eager to get his husband hard. Grinding tightly, fervently, with rolls of his hips that had Shouta moaning at him with hands clutching him impossibly close to the black-haired man. Leaning onto his hand that he had planted onto the bed, he rubbed his hand over his husband's stomach as their hips ground together fervently. Fiercely. Tight circles that had his dick twitching, pre-come dripping into his boxers, as that friction had his toes curling tightly.
Shouta's hands were tugging him impossibly close to him; as if he could drag him beneath his skin. The black-haired man's hips moved with him as they ground together fervently with the rustle of their pants ringing out. His crotch was aching; that all too familiar ache had long since twisted into his lower stomach. Perhaps from the beginning when he'd been watching his husband devour his food. From the mere idea of this.
He'd been aching, aching, aching only now was it brought to the front of his mind. Only now did his brain focus on the odd pressure he'd been feeling during dinner. It had his breaths racing quietly with his heart thudding against his chest wildly with his fingers twisting into the blanket beneath him. Grinding, grinding, grinding. Rutting. Thrusting. Both moving together to give the other the most pleasure that they could.
Hands holding onto him with nails dragging over his skin idly again and again. He was more than happy to grind himself against his husband who moaned at him so beautifully it was driving him insane. Such a pretty sound it was as their hips rolled together fervently with his husband's back arching from the bed to press their chests tightly together. Pinning his hand between their stomachs but he had not a problem with that. None.
Rubbing at his husband's tight stomach, he kissed him with that hungry lust he felt twisting beneath his warm skin. A hunger that was rearing its head in his chest as those plush full lips dragged against his own with breaths trembling over his cheek. Grinding himself tightly against his husband with his dick twitching again and again with drops of pre-come soaking into his boxers. The sensation leaving him breathless as he rolled his hips delightfully.
Loving the way his husband's hips pressed up and rolled against him in response with thighs squirming against his waist. Kissing him hard, fast, with the black-haired man squirming with hips bucking up against him in a thrust that had fire snapping under his skin. Up his back. The pleasure that came with those hips striking at him were like nothing else as he thrusted back against his husband who moaned at him deafeningly.
It had him moaning back at the black-haired man when he thrusted again and again in compliance to the digging pressure of those heels into his ass. Thrusting giddily against his husband, loving the groans it got him when he pressed his hand down against that tight stomach of his. Squeezing. Fondling. He thrusted against his husband giddily, eagerly, with his dick twitching in a volley when he then felt his husband shifting slightly.
A faint gurgle coming from his stomach; and if he had to guess, it wasn't one of hunger. He had to be gentler. Calmer. He rolled his fingers into his husband's stomach gently yet insistently with the black-haired man squirming beneath him. He rolled his hips to grind against the black-haired man fervently before he began to lighten on their hungry, passionate kisses. Lifting up when his husband whined before chasing after him.
Lips coming to press against his again and again. Short, chaste kisses being given to one another with smacks ringing out. And then he pulled away to kiss at his husband's jaw softly when he lowered his head down while Shouta's pressed back. Kissing down his throat towards his chest, he happily rolled his hips forward with his dick twitching in a volley.
He was hot, hot, hot as he kissed over his husband's clothed chest when he began backing away slightly with his hand moving from his husband's stomach to tape his thighs. There was a moment of hesitation before Shouta was uncurling his legs from around his waist and he began to lower himself down as he kissed down the center of his husband's chest. His shirt was rolled up enough as he kissed down to his stomach that he eagerly slid his hands up.
To coax his shirt away from his tight stomach. Bloated slightly from his large dinner, he kissed softly at his husband's stomach delightedly. Kneading his hands gently into the tight skin with his husband groaning up above him with hands wavering above his chest. He knew his husband wanted to reach out. To stop him. He kissed softly, trailing his lips down, down, down with his hands kneading with less pressure but God if he couldn't stop himself from squeezing that tight stomach of his.
Groaning to himself when muscles quivered beneath his hands as he kissed above his husband's navel before then kissing below it. The wispy hair of his happy trail tickling his lips as he began to kiss down it with hands reaching down as his husband sat up slightly. Twisting into his hair as he followed his husband's happy trail down to the waistband of his pants.
He happily slid his hands over his husband's tight stomach to curl his fingers into the waistband of his pants which he tugged at teasingly. Loving the way his husband's breath hitched when he then felt hips raising up from the bed. Allowing him to tug down his pants and boxers down to his knees in one fail swoop. His mouth watered at the sight of his husband's half hard erection; the way it twitched under his gaze as if it were excited to have it.
He slid his hands along his husband's inner thighs to coax his thighs to spread wider with his pants going taut from the spread. However, Shouta didn't complain one bit as a hand weaved itself into his hair. He happily hummed as he reached up to grab that twitching, half hard erection of his to give a lazy stroke. Sliding his hand up and down, up and down, up and down with his fingertips then rolling over the head of his half-hard erection to prod at the slit.
Flicking underneath the piercing that glittered there delightfully. Fuck, he loves that little piercing more than he ever thought he would. He swirled his fingertips around the metal ball delightfully then swirled the pads of his fingers over the head. Squeezing at the black-haired man as he smeared pre-come beneath the pads of his fingers before leaning in to kiss the head.
The ball of his jewelry pressing into his lower lip when he slid his hand down to stroke the black-haired man again and loving the moan it got him. Fingers tightening in his hair, he happily stroked his husband from head to base with that slowness that had hips arching up slightly when he kissed at the head again with pre-come smearing beneath his lips which he licked clean. Loving the way that dark eye flared at him when he did so, his fingers squeezing the half-hard, twitching shaft in his grasp.
Continuing his slow strokes then he leaned in, his mouth opening as he then lapped his tongue across the head. There was a sharp, hissing inhale taken by the black-haired man with his fingers tightening on the base. Kneading at him before sliding his hand in strokes as he lapped his tongue over it again. Smearing a drop of pre-come against his tongue when he ground his piercing against the slit.
A light clicks of their jewelry clicking off of one another had his husband moaning down at him with fingers tugging at his hair. Swirling his tongue around the head, he stroked the rest of his husband delightedly as his own dick twitched in a volley that had his thighs clenching together. Squeezing together with his cheeks flushing with a fresh blush as he looked up at the black-haired man. Fuck, he was so sexy.
Staring down at him with that dark eye flaming at him with a look of anticipation. Of eagerness. The way those teeth dragged over his bottom lip with black brows twitching together slightly. Cheeks flushed a beautiful red that glowed against his skin with black curls tickling his cheeks. He looked so beautiful. Lapping his tongue against the head again with another click of their jewelry hitting off of the black-haired man's piercing.
And he closed his mouth around the head. Sucking idly at it with fingers tightening in his hair in response with hitching breaths taken when he stroked the lower half of his husband's hardening erection. It was something he loves more than anything; the feeling of his husband hardening under his hand. His head shifting slightly with his heart hammering against his chest when he suckled at the head.
The bitterness of pre-come dripping onto his tongue delightfully. Stroking his husband faster as he fully hardened in his hand, he suckled at the head only to use his tongue to prod that piercing and tracing the slit. His husband moaned up above him when he slid his hand to the base to squeeze at his husband. Taking a breath with his eyes on the black-haired man's face, he then dove down towards the base.
His husband jolted with thighs jerking apart with a shrill cry leaving the man with fingers tightening in his hair painfully. He loves that. He happily, giddily, buried his nose in the wild, chaotic black curls that covered his husband's pelvis with a huff. Nuzzling at his husband as his erection slipped down his throat, over his tongue, when he slid his hands along his husband's spread thighs up to his tight stomach.
Kneading gently at him while he suckled around the black-haired man with his tongue arching up to rub against the underside of his erection. He closed his eyes then with lashes tickling his cheeks briefly as he sucked around his husband then swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth. Swallowing around that thick length that clogged up his throat perfectly. Fuck him, there's nothing he adores more than having his husband's dick down his throat like this.
His breaths trembled slightly as he continued suckling at his husband who moaned at him with fingers twisting into his hair as he pressed his fingers into his stomach. Moaning around his husband who jolted again with his head falling back on a shaking, rushing exhale which he found himself adoring. He sucked at his husband idly before swallowing hard around him. Gulping around the black-haired man who moaned out at him.
Squirming with thighs struggling to fight against his pants to spread wider no doubt but his pants were stopping him from doing so. He loved that his husband so clearly wanted to put on that shameless display of wide spread thighs but being stopped by something as mundane as pants. He swallowed, swallowed, swallowed around his husband's thick erection that weighed his tongue down beautifully.
So heavy it was as it rested idly against his tongue as he sucked at his husband with the taste of salt of his skin spreading over his tongue. The scent of him was absolutely mesmerizing. It was musky, something that was distinctly Shouta and God if he doesn't love that. If he didn't absolutely adore the way that his husband tasted, the way that he smelled, when he was this close to him. It had his head spinning weakly when he slid his head up, up, up.
The head resting on the back of his tongue where pre-come dripped. And then he dove down for the base again with his husband moaning with that other hand twisting into his hair as he lifted his head up, up, up then dove. Slow, sleek bobs of his head as his husband's tongue slipped over his tongue and down his throat effortlessly with his lashes fluttering slightly. Even. Sleek. He bobbed his head between those trembling thighs happily as he kneaded at his husband's stomach.
Giving it a firm squeeze before dropping his hands down. Touching the silky skin of his husband's inner thighs with a firm squeeze as he continued to move his head. Sucking, pulling, swallowing around his husband who moaned above him with such delight it had his dick twitching. Had his thighs rubbing together restlessly with hitching inhales taken by the black-haired above him.
Breaths that shook and hitched slightly with a tremble as he sucked at the stiff shaft weighing his tongue down happily. Pinching his lips together tightly as he bobbed his head, he sucked at his husband with those chaotic curls tickling his cheeks and nose each time he bottomed out. Each time, taking the moment to nuzzle his nose into those wild curls of his before sliding his head upwards in those slow, even and sleek bobs.
Loving the way his husband held onto his hair tightly; was he just as euphoric? Did he also feel that pleasure simmering under his skin? He wanted to ask but he couldn't. His skin was ripping with heat as he took his sweet time lifting his head up then diving for the base. There was something so good about an unrushed blowjob; when he could do what he wanted with the black-haired man who merely rode out the pleasure.
Both letting the other do what he wanted until it was clear that things needed to change. But for now, this pace he had set seemed to be more than enough for his moaning husband who clutched at his hair tightly which tugged at his scalp. Pulling at it consistently as it was squeezed to his husband's palms as he bobbed his head up and down slowly. Sleekly. Loving the way that erection slipped over his tongue and slid down his throat effortlessly.
The way that he swallowed and gulped around that shaft eagerly when it dared to twitch as it weighed his tongue down. The way he tasted. Fuck, he could go down on Shouta a million times and it would still leave him hotter than anything. Bobbing his head, he sucked at his husband fervently with his hands kneading at his husband's trembling thighs with the black-haired man moaning at him. Such a pretty sound it as his stomach fluttered.
He slid down to the base of his husband's erection to nuzzle his nose into those wild curls of his then lifting his head up. Tasting the dripping pre-come that held a trace of bitterness that he adored. He moved his tongue to rub against the head of his erection with the middle of his tongue rubbing against the slit. Grinding his piercing into it before bobbing his head back down with his hands squeezing at trembling thighs.
He bobbed his head with that sleek, even manner while making sure to keep the speed slow but easy. It was so, so easy. Bobbing his head with that slowness, his husband squirmed with thighs tensing beneath his hands briefly before squirming slightly as hands tightened in his hair. Holding onto him as he bobbed his head with his lips pressing tightly to Shouta's shaft. Sucking at him as hands tugged at his hair with a pleading whimper from the black-haired man.
And he bobbed his head with that slow speed. Taking his time with the feeling of that erection twitching against his tongue; down his throat. It had him moaning around the black-haired man as he dove for the base with his tongue wiggling then rubbing up against the underside. Licking at him the best that he could with that weight pinning it down slightly.
He sucked at his husband with his hands squeezing at those trembling thighs of his with hands in his hair tugging weakly. Lifting him up then pushing him down with weak movements that had his blood racing through his veins. And God, there was something so damn hot about this that he couldn't shake it. He was hot, hot, hot. Burning. He clung to his husband's thighs as he began to move his head faster.
A quicker speed with his suction getting the black-haired man to moan. Hands tightening in his hair again with a sharp pull on his scalp that had him moaning out with hands tugged at his hair weakly. Holding onto him desperately when he chanced to open his eyes and looking up above him. Fuck, it was a spear to the gut to stare up at his husband. At the way those black lashes rested on his red cheeks that glowed beautifully.
Curls of hair spilling down his chest and shoulders beautifully. The way his brows squeezed together slightly. The way his mouth hung open with kiss-swollen lips parted beautifully. He squirmed with his toes curling tightly as his hips shook slightly with his aching dick twitching in a volley. Pre-come dripping into his boxers shamefully when hands tugged sharply at his hair. Sending a jot down his back that had him moaning as he bobbed his head quickly with his sucks coming harder.
Pinching his lips together as he lightly dragged his teeth over his husband's erection that slipped over his tongue with the head hitting the back of his throat before sliding down it. How thick he was never failed to turn him on; never failed to leave him in awe. The way Shouta filled up his mouth was absolutely mouthwatering. It was by far the best fucking thing in the world to experience. He knew he was a lucky, lucky man that he could do this whenever he wanted.
Whenever he needed him. Bobbing his head quickly, he closed his eyes again with his tongue moving to rub up against the underside of his husband's erection before swirling around the head when it rested on the middle of his tongue. Licking, lapping, sucking. Swallowing the pooling saliva before it could drip down his chin. Sucking, swallowing, swirling. Sucking at the shaft in his mouth eagerly, he adored the twitches as he slipped down his throat again and again with that thickness clogging his throat up.
He was half convinced if he reached up, he could feel that erection bulging in his throat. It was an unfair, exciting thought that had his hips shaking again when he felt that drain. That rush. Blood gushing down, down, down to his frantically twitching, aching dick which had him hissing in a breath in response as he bobbed his head quickly with the black-haired man squeezing his hair tightly.
Pulling on it with a bit more force to get sparks racing down his back with a moan bursting out of him as he bobbed his head quickly. Listening to the wet, quiet sound of his sucking and swallowing around that thick shaft. The sound of it slipping in and out of his mouth with racing, hitching breaths taken by the both of them. Racing with excitement as he sucked at his husband eagerly to taste the salt of his skin. The bitterness of pre-come dripping on the back of his tongue.
The way he felt against his tongue, the way he clogged his throat up, and the feeling of his erection slipping in and out of his mouth as he bobbed his head. There was so much about blowjobs that he fucking loves. Hell, he was half convinced he might have a bit of an oral fixation of himself. Something he might share with his husband; or could it be as simple as enjoying giving blowjobs that he had?
He had not a clue but God if it didn't have him bobbing his head faster with sleek slides from the head down to the base where those black curls of hair tickled his cheeks and nose. Bobbing, bobbing, bobbing. His head was spinning with the heat that swelled under his skin to scratch and claw. Twist and turn. Leaving him flushed as his hair trembled against his shoulders with hands clutching at it to keep it out of his face.
Blood gushed to his twitching dick causing it to harden when he let out a moan at his husband with his thighs rubbing together. Hips shaking slightly with his hands squeezing at trembling inner thighs as he sucked at his husband delightedly. His glasses slipped down his nose slightly, annoyingly, as he bobbed his head eagerly with his knees digging into the floor causing them to ache. Fuck, he should've grabbed a pillow before getting down but he hadn't been thinking.
He bobbed his head quickly with his lashes fluttering on his cheeks as he clung to Shouta's thighs with the quiet suction of his mouth ringing out to fill the quiet of the bedroom. Suckling at the black-haired man giddily, he moaned out again when that erection twitched down his throat as he bobbed his head quickly. Suckling, licking, lapping. Loving the heavy weight of that erection pinning his tongue down; filling his mouth and throat up so damn good.
He couldn't remember the last time he went down on his husband like this but fuck if he didn't need to do it more. If he didn't want to do it more. He suckled at his husband as hands pulled his head up weakly then pushed him down; coaxing him to move faster. He held onto his husband when he slurped around him in attempt to swallow the saliva pooling in the bottom of his mouth as he bobbed his head quickly.
His brows pulling together slightly with his lips pinching tightly around Shouta's erection as the black-haired man moaned and panted shallowly above him. He couldn't imagine what it felt like; to be so full the way that he was and getting his cock sucked like this? It had to be euphoric. Had to be pleasurable. Kneading at his husband's thighs, squeezing comfortingly, he eagerly licked at his husband's twitching shaft.
Flicking the tip of his tongue against a vein that bulged slightly with his hair trembling and swaying against his back. The floor digging unpleasantly into his knees as he sucked at his husband harder. Bobbing his head faster with his hair being squeezed tightly to his husband's fists with a keening moan spilling out of the black-haired man in response as the man twisted. Squirming.
He was more than delighted to suck at him harder with an increasing pressure when he began to hum around his husband who moaned at him. Hands tugging on his hair restlessly as he hummed around his shaft delightedly with his tongue moving to lick at him. Sliding up, up, up until the head rested on his tongue where it dripped pre-come over it as he lapped and suckled at the head before diving down towards the base again and again.
Fuck, he may find it a bit slutty but he swore there was nothing better than sucking his husband's dick. Nothing better than having it stuffing his throat and mouth full the way that it was as he bobbed his head quickly. Faster, faster, faster with his hands clinging to his husband. He slid them up along his thighs to squish that tense stomach delightedly; pressing his fingers into his husband.
Kneading at him as he bobbed his head when he increased his humming each time he dove down to the base. Loving how full his husband felt from his large dinner, the way his stomach bloated just enough to get him excited. He bobbed his head up and down quickly with his breaths rasping down his throat the minute it was cleared. Sucking, humming, licking at his husband eagerly. Fervently.
Kneading at his husband's stomach firmly with his lashes fluttering on his cheeks with the black-haired man moaning up above him. Snapping, keening moans that rang out with that needy, desperate edge to them. Something urgent. Wanton. It had his blood burning through his veins as his erection filled out to strain against the fly of the jeans he'd changed into. He squished his husband's stomach happily, giddily, while he bobbed his head quickly with his humming kicking up to something faster.
Diving for the base again and again with the quiet, barely audible wet sound of his erection slipping in and out of his mouth. Sucking at his husband as hard as he dared without disturbing his humming as Shouta's erection throbbed lightly against his tongue. Twitching down his throat. His own erection was straining delightfully against his fly as pre-come dripped into his boxers causing it to grow damp and cling to him.
He was more turned on then he thought he'd be over this and he had not a clue if his husband felt the same way but fuck if he wasn't hard. Much harder than he'd ever imagined his husband getting over this. He bobbed his head fast, fast, fast in compliance with the hands that shoved and pulled on his hair. Lifting him up then slamming him down to his pelvis again and again as he focused on humming. On licking, lapping, sucking and swallowing.
On not drowning in his own saliva that pooled relentlessly in the bottom of his mouth beneath his tongue. Swallowing to keep from drooling shamelessly with his lashes fluttering on his uncomfortably hot cheeks as he bobbed his head fast as he possibly could with the slick slide of Shouta's erection slipping down his throat again and again. There was nothing he wanted more than to relish in the sensation.
Ohhhh, there was something so good about sucking this man's erection. About burying himself between shaking thighs. About the tightness of his husband's stomach from his large meal. He rolled his fingers into his husband's stomach; squeezing, squishing, kneading at it with the black-haired man moaning above him. And then he felt hips twitching to thrust into his mouth shallowly which had his humming breaking off into a keening moan.
Sucking at his husband's erection eagerly, he couldn't help another moan when fingers yanked at his hair sending a jolt down his back that had him thrusting into the air instinctively. Moaning at his husband who moaned back at him with that enthusiastic, ecstatic edge to it with fingers twisted so tightly into his hair it had his scalp shrieking. Had him shuddering with his heart jumping against his chest.
He listened to the resulting slurp as he did his best to swallow the saliva in his mouth. Bobbing his head with that eagerness twisting into his chest, he sucked at his husband when he bottomed out at the base again where hips ground against his mouth. His nose buried in those wiry, chaotic black curls that tickled at his cheeks when he took a breath through his nose.
It felt like a mere wisp of air but he was more than delighted to take it and then, gently, he activated his quirk. Buzzing around his husband, he loved the cry it got him from his husband who bucked to thrust against his mouth. Doing so with a hit that had him fighting the urge to moan. To groan. Instead, he focused on his buzzing as his husband began to tug his hair to pull him up and he dove for the base.
Loving the keening moan leaving his husband with thighs trying no doubt to spread themselves wider judging by the taut pull of his husband's pants. He buzzed as he bobbed his head in compliance with those yanking hands; flying up to the head then diving down to the base again and again. Sucking while he buzzed around his husband who was moaning louder, louder, louder at him.
Hips bucking to thrust against his mouth again and again with hits that had him struggling to keep his moans down at the impacts against his mouth. There was nothing he adored more than the strength of his husband's hips striking at his mouth. Sucking at his husband while he buzzed, he bobbed his head fast, fast, fast with his hands squeezing at his stomach. Squishing it between his hands the best that he could with his chest tight with those moans.
Held back as he bobbed his head, sucking, with his buzzing ringing out in the quiet of the bedroom. It really did sound like any other vibrator that would be used on his husband; a buzzing that was low but consistent. He was using up his air to do it but he didn't mind it in the slightest bit. Not when it had his husband moaning like that. When it had his erection throbbing over his tongue and down his throat. When it had that shaft twitching frantically as it weighed his tongue down which he tried to lap at.
He loved it. Loves, loves, loves it. Everything about this does he fucking love it. Bobbing his head fast with his lips pinching together, he began to hollow out his cheeks as he buzzed. Trying to balance the both of them with his hands kneading at his husband's tight stomach happily with the black-haired man moaning above him with such enthusiasm it had him shivering. His trapped erection was throbbing lightly, just like Shouta's, in its trap position behind his fly.
His hips shook slightly with his thighs rubbing together but he didn't dare breathe a word of it to his husband. Not yet. He could ignore it just a little longer. A little longer, longer, longer. He bobbed his head wildly with his heart hammering against his chest as he sucked at his husband with his cheeks hollowing out as his husband moaned. Hands tightening in his hair as hips thrusted against his mouth when he bottomed out at the base.
He loved the strike of his husband's hips against his mouth more than fucking anything as he bobbed his head quickly. The black-haired man's erection throbbed over his tongue delightfully. There was nothing he adored more than that sensation. His husband's erection thrusted down his throat again and again with enough force to half convince him that his throat would be sore. That it would be left tender after this.
And God if that wasn't by far the most exciting thought in the fucking world. He bobbed his head eagerly with his buzzing faltering as he took another deep breath, kneading at his husband's stomach, when he began to buzz again. Bobbing away as he hollowed out his cheeks the best that he possibly could with his hands clutching at his husband's stomach before sliding them back down to his trembling thighs. Holding onto his husband the only way that he can as he sucked at the black-haired man's erection eagerly.
Excitedly. Loving the keening moans that were spilling out of his husband as hands gripped at his hair sharply with hips hitting against his mouth. There was something so, so excited about this that had him damn near tipping over the edge. Something about it that had his breaths catching in his throat slightly with his hands curling into fists against his husband's trembling thighs.
Holding on the best he could as he buzzed harder which had his husband crying out again with fingers twisting into his hair to hold onto him. Hips striking against his mouth with shallow thrusts but fuck if it didn't have him burning up. If it didn't have him fighting the urge to moan as his erection throbbed lightly; insistently. He buzzed away around his husband when he slid a hand from his thigh to reach down and wedge a hand between his squirming thighs to squeeze at himself.
A tight, good squeeze that had him shuddering with hips bucking against his hand as he bobbed his head quickly with his husband moaning at him. An encouragingly, enthusiastic sound that had his heart thudding against his chest. His stomach fluttering as he kneaded at himself while bobbing his head; his skin was utterly feverish beneath the thin fabric of his blouse. His cheeks throbbed lightly with the force of the blush burning there as his lashes trembled on his cheeks.
Oh, he was having the time of his fucking life. There was nothing he adored more than being down on his knees between his husband's thighs. Those wild curls tickled his cheeks and nose each time he bottomed out. Hips striking against his mouth with those shallow thrusts that had him squirming with his aching knees digging into the bedroom floor with his buzzing ringing out. His husband's pants were racing up above him with fingers clutching at his hair fiercely as his erection throbbed.
Slipping and sliding over his tongue only to slip down his throat again and again relentlessly with the black-haired man panting. Hell, his own breaths had crested into a light, shallow panting rhythm with his hand holding onto his husband's thigh while the other kneaded at himself. Trying to provide some sense of relief to his aching crotch that had his thighs rubbing together when he got an idea.
It was perhaps a wild idea but they hadn't done it in so fucking long. He couldn't remember the last time his husband gave him a facial. He knew it was probably to have mentioned it beforehand but Shouta wouldn't mind it, would he? After all, it'd be on his face and there would be an easy clean up that he didn't mind in the slightest bit. He just needed to take his glasses off before they did it.
His buzzing kicked up again which had his husband crying out again with fingers yanking at his hair sending bolts of heat down his back which arched slightly. His hands trembling as his pants raked down his throat the second it was clear only to have his husband sliding down his throat in shallow thrusts that he fucking adores. What he'd give for his husband to do it harder; faster. But he wasn't going to complain.
Not when he was feeling so fucking good, he swore he could come from merely sucking this man off. It was a bit of a dramatic thought but one that had him shuddering. He bobbed his head quickly as he could as he sucked at his husband with his cheeks hollowing out slightly. Loving the snapping moan, it got him from his husband as his erection throbbed against his tongue. Down his throat. It was all too clear that his sucking and buzzing was driving his husband to the edge.
Was driving his husband towards an orgasm and he knew he had to take advantage of it. He bobbed his head with his buzzing breaking off in order to swallow but he knew he was too late when a drop of drool ran down his chin to drip off before he could stop it. He hummed around his husband who moaned down at him with fingers holding onto his hair tightly. Like it was the one life line that the black-haired man had and God if it wasn't the hottest fucking thing.
Knowing his husband was getting dangerously close to that edge. Knowing that he was going to come any moment now and he planned to take full advantage of it while he had the chance to do so. There was nothing he wanted more than to feel those spurts landing on his face. It had been far, far too long since he'd even considered a facial but God if he wasn't going to get it. If he wasn't going to get the one thing he wanted so badly.
Bobbing his head quickly with those hands pulling and shoving at him, he sucked at his husband fervently with his hand kneading at himself firmly. Squeezing, squeezing, squeezing. Swallowing, slurping, licking. Sucking, lapping, gulping. Moaning around his husband as he took his pants frantically the second that he possibly could as he clung to his husband's trembling thigh. Listening to those moans coming far more frequently with an increasing volume.
He was more than eager for this than he thought he was. To think, he'd gotten all hot and bothered over his husband eating such a large meal. That he'd gotten so hot and bothered over how tight his bloated belly was. There was something about tonight that really got under his skin and fuck if he didn't understand it but he enjoyed it nonetheless. Sucking at his husband, he fought the urge to open his eyes; after all, his vision wouldn't be able to focus.
But God if he doesn't want to look up at his husband right now. If he didn't want to admire those red cheeks or wild black curls. If he didn't want to see how his mouth hung open with the swell to those lips made all the more obvious. If he didn't want to watch how those black lashes fluttered on his red cheeks or how his brows squeezed together. That adorable look of concentration on his face as his hips moved in time with his bobbing head.
There's nothing he wants more than to admire the beauty that was his husband but he couldn't. Not yet. He bobbed his head quickly with that thigh trembling beneath his hand as his erection throbbed viciously. Hard throbs that had him convinced his husband was getting close. Something he'd recognize anywhere as he bobbed his head with his cheeks hollowing out.
Moaning around his husband when the head of his erection hit the back of his throat repeatedly which he absolutely adored. He wanted to buzz, he wanted to focus on it, but he simply couldn't. It had him gasping in through his nose with his fingers twisting into his hair. He clawed at his husband's inner thigh which got him a shrill, keening whimper in response as he sucked at his husband's erection.
Suckling fervently, fiercely, with pre-come dripping onto his tongue when he flew upwards to suckle at the head. The tip of his tongue prodding the slit for another drop, another taste, before diving down to the base. The black-haired man moaned when he slid his head down to bury his nose in those black curls just one more time. Nuzzling his nose into them before he was tugging his head up, up, up and popping off of his husband with a gasp.
He opened his eyes, his head spinning, as he admired the tendrils of saliva connecting his tongue, his lips, to Shouta's erection. He looked up at his husband who stared down at him with such lust, such hunger, it had his skin ripping with heat. And he lifted his hand from his husband's thigh to curl his fingers around him. Slick. Wet. Soaked in saliva from his mouth when he licked his tingling lips to break off those strands of saliva that fluttered down his chin.
Sliding his hand away from his crotch to reach up and grab his glasses as he took them off. Placing them onto the floor, he then began to stroke his husband quickly; fast strokes that had the black-haired man moaning at him when he began to place kisses over him. It was a bit awkward but he didn't mind it so much as he stroked his husband fast, fast, fast. Squeezing him tightly as he possibly could without his fingers flying off of the man all together as he kissed at that slick erection.
Flicking his tongue at the ball of his piercing with the black-haired man moaning at him in response as fingers tightened in his hair. He couldn't quite make out the emotion on his husband's red face but he didn't need to see it to know that it was lustful. Hungry. He stroked his husband fast, fast, fast as that shaft throbbed beneath his fingers. He could feel Shouta thrusting into his hand when the black-haired man threw his head back to moan deafeningly down at him.
A string of breathless moans of his name spilling out of the black-haired man; a chain of Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi leaving the man above him. He squeezed the throbbing shaft in his hand with his hand moving quickly over the slick skin with his hand curving up near the head with his fingers rolling into the head. Flicking his fingertips at the piercing of his delightfully with the black-haired man moaning at him enthusiastically.
Hips thrusting into his hand as he tugged at the throbbing erection to aim the head at his face. Stroking fast over the black-haired man who moaned. Hips bucking to thrust into his hand without a drop of shame or hesitation. It had him moaning at his husband, his erection throbbing in its trapped position behind his fly as he stroked his husband fast. Faster, faster, faster with twisting curves of his hand along the black-haired man's erection which throbbed under his palm and fingers.
Hard throbs that had him absolutely breathless with his finger squeezing to hold onto that slick erection as his husband thrusted into his hand. Moaning at him with increasing volume when the black-haired man was stiffening up from what he could see as he cried out again. And before he knew it, he was rushing to close his eyes as his mouth dropped open with his tongue stretching out. It was a strange sensation; having come spurting onto his tongue.
Over his nose and left eye with a splatter so hard he swore he could hear it hit his face. Coming, coming, coming undone with moans of his name slipping out of his husband who then went quiet after a moment. Stiff. Shaking. Coming over his face much to his absolute fucking delight as hot spurts landing on his eye, his cheek, the bridge of his nose and over his top lip. Hot, hot, hot. He was so fucking hot.
His husband was making a damn mess over his face but he didn't care one damn bit. If anything, it made it all the more exciting as his husband came over his face. Stroking him through his orgasm to prolong that pleasure the that he could when his husband shuddered. Hips thrusting weakly into his hand with his hands tightening in his hair as he was pulled close. His erection damn near his face with rope after rope leaving him.
And even if it felt like an eternity, even if it felt like the most his husband had ever come, it was sputtering to an end already. Hips thrusting to aid the final spurt of come leaving him and he leaned forward to lap his tongue over the head of his erection. Come dripping onto his tongue as he rolled his tongue over the head of his husband's erection. Listening to the answering whimper when a breath shuddered out of Shouta and he opened up his good eye cautiously.
His eye rolling slightly before he was blinking up at his husband.
The black-haired man looked down at him with a mortified awe before the man was scrambling to his feet awkwardly. Shuffling over due to his pants as he tugged open the top drawer of their bedside table. A hand tugging free from his hair gently when the drawer was opened with a rattle of the items within followed by a crinkle which had him blinking again. And then Shouta was sitting down again with the wipes in hand.
Working it open one handed, wipes were tugged from the pack and much to his disappointment, began to wipe his face clean. He whined as the wipes dragged over his nose, his left eye, and cheeks. However, he licked the glob of come on his top lip away before his husband could wipe it away. There was a click of a tongue and then the rustle of the trashcan as the wipe was tossed away and another was then being rubbed over his face again.
Whining at his husband as Shouta gently scrubbed at his face until he was satisfied while he took in the lemony smell of the wipes before they were moving away from his face. And he reached over to pick up his glasses and slid them up into place for a clear view of his husband. The black-haired man sighed out then looked down at him with a glow to that dark eye of his; his lips parted slightly when the black-haired man looked down at him.
And then, much to his surprise, the black-haired man's left foot was lifting up then pressing down on his crotch which had him hissing in. Toes pressed down against him as that foot nudged itself between his thighs and he reached up to grab at his husband's leg. Holding onto it when the black-haired man was pausing in his press down. He wanted nothing more than for Shouta to do something so bold. But if the man was tired he couldn't let him. He simply couldn't. Not if he was overwhelmed from his large meal.
"Ba-Baby, you don't go-gotta worry about me! I can go ta-take care of myself! I kn-know you must be ti-tired after that! And pl-plus that big meal has to be ma-making you sleepy by now!" That foot pressed down firmer against his crotch then which had him shivering at the pressure given when the black-haired man's head rolled to the side. Looking down at him with a rather calm expression with red cheeks that glowed beautifully. "I ca-can take care of myself, baby!"
"Wh-Where's the fun in that though?" Oh, his husband's voice rasped just right. Just right to get his erection twitching beneath his foot which had it pressing down harder as his breaths hissed down his throat when the black-haired man began to move his foot slightly. Rubbing at him lightly which had his toes curling beneath his ass as he sat back on his heels. Holding onto his husband's leg tightly when the black-haired man smiled at him. "You ha-had your fun but I ca-can't have mine?"
"Yo-You can! I just- Yo-You've gotta be getting' tired though! Aren't you? Af-After eating all that and then an or-orgasm like that? I just don't wa-want you to go out of your way!" He replied with his fingers twisting into his husband's pants, watching his erection as it softened with twitches as the black-haired man's foot moved again. Rubbing at him slightly when he licked his lips with that musky taste of his husband's come over his tongue. "If-If you're tired, baby, th-that's fine! I really ca-can take care of myself!"
"I'm no-not as tired as you think, love! It's no-not going out of my way to ma-make sure m-mmmy husband feels good, is it?" God, that husky voice was doing something for him as that foot moved to rub at him again when the black-haired man took a breath. Shaking. Breaking up the racing pants of his when his husband leaned forward with black lashes fluttering at him. "Ho-How about you let me wo-worry about whether I'm tired or not, yeah? Now, wi-will you let me take care of you?"
It was hot. Unbelievably hot to have his husband's foot pressing into his crotch, the faint bloating of his stomach, and that wide smile on the black-haired man. It had him shuddering with his heart hammering against his chest when he grinned up at his husband as he forced his hands to let go. Leaning back onto his hands, spreading his legs with his knees sliding over the floor with his hips arching up. Loving the heat that flashed in that dark eye when he shuddered. "Gladly."